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Monday, March 9, 2015

We were treated in the news recently to the tale of a female backpacker who, while lazing on the beach in Picton, was tickled when a male jogger who she considered a bit of alright ran past her and smiled. That was enough to get her to design a poster and begin a campaign (subsequently picked up by the media both here and abroad) to try and find him.

She eventually found out who the guy was (he worked at a local burger bar) and, by all accounts, they spent one night together and that was it. Hardly the stuff of romance - unless you happen to be One News reporter Heather du Plessis-Allan. Here's what she had to say about the matter during a One News fluff piecereport.

The reason that we like it, is that it's wholesome isn't it. It's not like these two have met each other in a bar somewhere and kinda like taken each other home with two hours notice. This woman has seen him, she's thought about it, she's missed her chance, she wants a second chance - it's a romantic setting of a beach, you know, one of the greatest love cities in the world - Picton. And he's a man of mystery with tattoos on his body, I mean, it just cites all the things in a classic love story. I mean - look, it worked. The sleepover was the sign that it worked. It's lovely.

I'm not sure if she was taking the p*ss or not. I hope so, because this isn't romance, or in the least bit "wholesome" and it isn't "lovely". At least if they had met at a bar and had a long conversation and got to know each other and thought there was something there and then later she tried to find him and they began some sort of a relationship - that would have been a little romantic. But watching somebody run by without knowing the slightest thing about him and forming some sort of fantasy idea about him in your mind leading to trying to find him - that is a bit creepy.

As I said, I hope Heather was taking the proverbial, unless tracking someone down for a one-night shag is now considered romance.